Mo Ran felt a bit sad. When had she also become the kind of woman who threatens others with her life at the slightest provocation? She was not this kind of person, nor did she wish to engage in such shrewish behavior.
But Gu Yixuan, he was unwilling to let her go...
She had finally settled into a peaceful life and, no matter what, it couldn’t be ruined by him.
Because if it happened again, she might truly lack the courage to continue on the path ahead.
"OK, you can go back. I’ll try to appear in front of you less from now on," Gu Yixuan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
Sometimes, being relentlessly tough was futile. In his interactions with Mo Ran, he had gradually explored another method of getting along.
Compromise when it’s time to compromise, maintain appropriate tension, otherwise, she might be pushed to a breaking point. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel-fire.ɴet
Mo Ran was a bit surprised by his concession, gave him a glance, said nothing more, and left.
When she got home, a fragrant smell wafted over. Tang Song came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, his eyes lighting up when he saw her.
"You’re back. The food will be ready soon; we can eat in a bit."
Mo Ran was taken aback, suddenly under the illusion that she and Tang Song were a married couple, with her returning from work just as he was cooking.
What was wrong with her brain today, filling her head with illusions.
Mo Ran shook her head and smiled, "It’s fine, take your time cooking. I’ll have a glass of water first."
"Sure, rest for a while. You only need to eat when it’s ready."
"Okay." Today she had to eat the food that Tang Song made, and she really couldn’t fail to appreciate his kindness again.
After resting for a bit, Tang Song had laid out the bowls and chopsticks, and the table was filled with dishes, just as abundant as last time.
Looking at the spread, Mo Ran’s heart ached. She felt she was really unfair to Tang Song.
But between them, it simply wasn’t possible.
Once they had finished eating, she would make things clear to him, asking him not to waste his time on her anymore.
"Eat up. The dishes are best enjoyed hot; they won’t taste as good once they cool down," Tang Song said, putting lots of dishes into her bowl.
Mo Ran smiled and nodded, "You should eat more too."
After tasting the dishes Tang Song had cooked, Mo Ran couldn’t help but nod appreciatively, "This is really delicious."
"Really?" Tang Song smiled, his eyes brimming with joy as he served her more food.
"If it’s good, eat more. If you like it, how about I come over and cook for you every day?"
This was a hint. If Mo Ran agreed, it would imply her willingness to be with him. If she refused...